A good friend of mine, way back in the day, was pulled over on his way to an early morning hockey practice. A “new car” scented tree hung from the rear view mirror in his spotless Acura. “License and registration?”… Read More ›
Creative Writing
I See Not-So-Alive People
In pursuit of creativity, the permanence of my words often deters me from describing what I have seen. To write fiction, I believe I have two tasks: create and describe. By create, I mean allow my imagination to take me… Read More ›
The Moment Before
58 minutes … Like whitespace in a painting, I can feel my heart rest. Anticipation. How many Nintendo games did I unwrap at Christmas as a kid? God, I was spoiled. I was lucky. But I enjoyed it. It wasn’t… Read More ›
A Whole Lot of Thanking Going On: The Reader Appreciation Award
In my best Elvis voice, I’d say there is a whole lot of thanking going on. And for good reason, without an audience blogging would lose a big part of its appeal. I love to write, but truth is I… Read More ›
Write Like a Maniac
“Write like a maniac,” I said. With power, there would be no excuses. I dug my rear into 36K and prepared my writing space. My words bounced off the seat backs in front of us. My new best friends, in… Read More ›
Square Routes
I like to write and think about the little things. I can’t help but think that there are endless avenues that lead towards a more satisfying moment, hour, or even day. They are small little details that pack a big… Read More ›
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It was always on the corner of Los Angeles Ave and First St, right by Lenny Dykstra’s Car Wash. At least that is how I remember the starting line. We’d crawl up from the back seat and watch the…
Say Hello to My Little Friends
Let’s face it, at times we abandon our friends. They are incredibly important to us; they are part of us, yet days build on days and before long we stop mid-step and realize we have done it again: we have… Read More ›
Cheeseburger in Tuscany
The sun burnt my skin, sour candy formed one of those strange bump things on my tongue, and even, just once or twice, a rogue glass-too-many hurt my head the next morning. Too much of a good thing can be,… Read More ›
Miss Quito Was Here
We swatted in a midnight haze at a mosquito with a familiar craze. Could it be the same one that punished us for my excessive limoncello session the eve before our wedding? Same place, more or less,… Read More ›
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